“How much?”, she asked
Less than them, I said
Both pairs of eyes form a frown
One from fear, another from dismay.
The child wasn't a prodigy
Neither was she lame
She was a girl with curls
Who only thought and barely slept.
Good grades and discipline
Gave her an extraordinary image
An image that was too grand
For the earthly realms.
She felt too special
And became arrogant
At least that's what she says
And thus, learning went down the drain.
Over the years as she grew
Our Mismanager could not handle
All that life threw
In her way to make her grow.
Some years later, she says hello
To the teary-eyed girl
Who cannot glow
As she is stuck in an ugly loop.
Her mother asks
“What happened?”
“Nothing, I don't know.”
Is what she blurts out in a go.
Swayed away by meagre things
Our naïve poetess lost herself
And now she really does not know
She really does not know.
Wisdom came and hugged her
Gave her relief and said, “Take things easy!”
That's the phase she's currently in
Trying to breathe and release.
May she breathe is what I wish
As her brain cannot function
In the mind, she dies in
Ah, when will she live?
Hopeless and lost
She gave up and fell from a high hill
Alas, this is what she's dreaming
She can still choose to dance and sing.
Divine intervention sent her to a new city
So that she lives her fantasy
Of starting afresh and clearing old energy
She wants all of it accomplished ASAP!
Foolish girl doesn't know how to take it easy
Wisdom cries seeing her follies
And that's how it's been!
I wish not how it's going to be...